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So, this one time, back in my wild days—prolly 2015, who remembers?—I met this chick, right? Total firecracker, but folks whispered “whore” behind her back. Pissed me off, it did! She was just livin’, y’know? Dancin’ to her own beat. Fear leads to anger… I wanted to punch those snobs! But then—surprise, surprise—she laughed it off. “Let ‘em talk,” she says, smirkin’. Tough as nails, that one. Reminded me of Juliette Binoche in the flick—simple smile, but layers underneath.

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